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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Strong Enough- See Jasper through Muse's eyes

I seriously cannot believe that, in less than one week, Strong Enough will be live. If I thought about it very much, it might give me case of the "vaypahs." LOL That's why I won't. No one wants to see me get all breathless and pass out and then have to haul me to the hospital:) hehe But I digress.

Okay, so today I want to introduce you to Jasper. I want you to see him the way Muse sees him at their first meeting. OMG even now--it's been almost a year since I wrote this--I can close my eyes and picture him standing there behind her as clearly as if I'd met him in real life. Man! I have the best job ever!

*swoon*

And now...meet Jasper from Strong Enough, coming August 4, 2015.

When my
eyes settle on the interloper, all thoughts of Matt and the past and every
trouble in the world melt away for the time it takes me to regain my breath.

A man is
standing behind me. I didn’t hear him approach, didn’t smell cologne or soap,
didn’t sense the stir of the air. He was just coming through the door one
second and looming right behind me the next.

He’s tall,
very tall, and dressed in black from head to toe. Other than his lean,
dramatically V-shaped physique, that’s all I notice about his body. It’s his
face that captivates me. From an artist’s standpoint, he
reminds me of a bronze sculpture, something strong and ancient that was carved by
the talented hands of Michelangelo or Donatello, Bernini or Rodin. From a woman’s standpoint, he’s simply breathtaking.

His face is
full of angles and hollows—the ridge of his brow, the slice of his nose, the
edge of his cheekbones, the square of his chin. Even his lips are so clearly
defined that I find myself wanting to stare at them, to reach up and touch
them. Find out if they’re real. If he’s real. But it’s
his eyes that I finally get stuck on. Or maybe stuck in. They’re
pale, sparkling gold, like a jar of honey when you hold it up to the sun. And
they’re just as warm and sticky, trapping me in their delicious depths.

Despite all
my worries, worries that have consumed me for several days now, I am only aware
of the raw, primal power that radiates from him like heat from a fire. He doesn’t
have to say a word, doesn’t have to move a muscle to exude confidence and
capability. And danger. Lots and lots of danger.

I don’t
know how long I’ve been staring at him when I become aware of his lips twisting
into the barest of smiles. It’s minimally polite, but somehow anything more
would seem a betrayal of the intensity that oozes from his every pore. The tiny
movement is potent, though, and I feel it resonate within every one of my
female organs like the echo of a drumbeat in the depths of a hollow cave. God, he’s gorgeous.

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The Skinny on Michelle

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.